(A little I’m-not-sure-what-this-is [free-form poem?] about Nutella)
Decadent, nutty chocolatey-ness.
Smooth and rich and great by itself, with fruit, or spread on a cracker.
Guiltily licking the spoon clean.
I see the results on my hips.
Rolls and jiggles on my sides.
Granny flaps on my arms.
The pooch on my belly grows a little bigger.
And yet I keep going back for more, until the jar is scraped clean.
I have to slap myself whenever I start reaching for it on the grocery store shelf.
Curse you, Nutella!
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Published by H. A. Titus
H. A. Titus is usually found with her nose in a book or spinning story-worlds in her head. Her love affair with fantasy began at age twelve, when her dad handed her The Lord of the Rings after listening to it on tape during a family vacation.
Her stories have been published in Digital Dragon Magazine, Residential Aliens Magazine, and four anthologies: Alternative Witness; Avenir Eclectia Volume 1; The Tanist's Wife and Other Stories; and Different Dragons Volume II. In December 2013, her short story "Dragon Dance" won Honorable Mention in a Writers of the Future contest.
She lives on the shores of Lake Superior with her meteorologist husband and young son, who do their best to ensure she occasionally emerges into the real world. When she's not writing, she can be found rock-climbing, skiing, or hanging out at her online home, hatitus.wordpress.com.
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